pope jerking off while you’re passed out right next to him.
it wasn’t his intention at all. he can barely get it up most nights anyway, he wasn’t planning for this. you were just so precious before you fell asleep. snuggling up to him, giggling at everything he said, playing with his rough hands until you dozed off. he can smell you, he can feel you— your sweet scent lingers while you’re slumbering on your side, thighs pressing up against his own leg as you face him.
he can either leave and risk waking you up, only to cling to him harder and force him to stay. or he can bite the bullet and get it out of his system. he tries his hardest to be quiet as he drags his zipper down, eyeing you and the way your pouty lips part with puffy breaths. his cock throbs at the sight, and finally he brings himself to wrap his fingers around his shaft. his cock bobs as he pulls his boxers down enough, moving his hand in a slow pump that has him throwing his head back already. he hasn’t been this sensitive in months, he nearly forgets you’re right there and not an image in his head for a moment.
“fuck, sweet girl.” it’s barely audible but it’s there. a breathy curse he lets out in order to stop himself from full blown groaning into the dark room while his pre helps him move his hand faster. he stares at you like it pains him but he’s imagining your pretty mouth is working him instead. his jaw becomes tight in his efforts to stay quiet.
his eyes roll back, and he’s too far gone to hear the sound of rustling sheets or your little gasp. then your confused, sleepy mumble for him meets his ears— your voice is all sweet and sugared, “andy?”
it’s all he needed to tumble off of the edge. he’s unable to stop himself even though he’ll be mortified within the next five minutes. his thick cum paints his lower abdomen in erratic spurts as his muscles tighten up, he’s panting and grunting and milking himself with his own hand as if you aren’t watching now. when you make a sound, something between a hum and coo, reaching out to run a hand over his skin and feel him twitch under your finger tips… he’s no longer so ashamed.
Pairing: Yandere! Caine x gn!reader
Summary: You try to reason with Caine on the behalf of the others, but Caine is too far gone to listen
Tags: sfw, Ep 8 spoilers, yandere Caine, yandere themes– isolation, obsesses and possessive Caine, Caine crossing personal boundaries/non consensual holding (not sexual! Hes just holding you)', light body horror (being 'fuse' together), vague description of pain, gender netural
W.C: 1.5K A/N: divider credits at bottom of post, please let me know if i miss any warnings or tags! I hope this is 'yandere' enough :)
"You did so well on your adventure, my lovely loyal superstar!" Caine greets. You feel dumbfounded as you were just finishing your adventure and now find yourself landing on Caine's lap, straddling him with each knee on the outside of his thighs. You lean back, placing your hand behind you in an attempt to create space, and to gather your bearings. You jump in surprise at the touch of the desk under your palm, and quickly scan around to see you're in Caine’s office. Yhe one you and the others got to explore on the last normal adventure.
"Ten out of Ten! That's another gold star on your chart!" Caine happily shouts as a star chart suddenly appears with each of the circus members' faces. Each member's selections are empty while yours is covered in stars. Caine places the new star on top of the older ones before tossing it away with an obnoxious laugh. You wonder how long he had that chart or if he spawned it in like that for the bit. With how unhinged his behaviour has become, its hard to tell the nature of the star chart.
Ever since he snapped, and reminded the others of their place in the circus, there's been a dramatic shift in the way he treats you by blatantly showing off his favouritism. Before, he would treat you like the others, using the same silly nicknames and being respectful of personal space. Now, he freely shows a more romantic affection that you wouldn't think Caine was capable of.
Using nicknames reserved for significant others, and becoming clingy for hugs, cuddles, and demanding kisses. Along with Caine trying to isolate you from the others, to keep your attention on him. You were the only one willing to do so. The only one looking forward to his adventures. To ask him for things. To thank him. To praise him.
"And how was your adventure, my dear human? Were the cats at the cat cafe absolutely pawsitively purrfect?" Caine integrates. His hands are gripping your thighs, digging into the muscle to prevent you from trying to wiggle off his lap, and shuffle onto the desk. Keeping you firmly on his lap while he carefully studies every facial expression, awaiting the worship he expects from you.
Caine has even started to show off how much he prefers you by giving you nicer adventures. During his announcement of the day's adventure, he'll start by describing the one he designed for the others. The adventures sound like nightmares, activities they are destined to lose at, and guarantee to walk away cover in brusies.
He follows it up by describing your nicer, easier and safer sounding adventure in a sickening sweet voice that rubs salt into the other's wounds. He even starts to summon two portals to truly highlight that wedge between you and your friends.
"It was nice! I liked it," you nervously answer. Fidgeting in Caine's hands as you build the courage to bring up the others. To try again in making Caine see reason, to stop harming them in the name of 'the viewers'. You know they depend on you, that they wait with bated breath in hopes you get Caine to stop tormenting them. You're the only one whose close enough to get Caine to listen, with these one-on-one sessions. But so far, every attempt has failed.
"You liked it." Caine quietly gasps, sounding surprised by your words. His hands mindlessly slide up to grip your hips, pulling you towards him as his pupils shift into little hearts. "Of course you liked it! It was made specially for you, my love!" He winks, putting on a bravo. Trying to appear sly after showing some vulnerability.
"Right," you nod uneasily. Your hands curl into tight fists as you prepare to drive straight into helping your friends. Just because you failed before doesn’t mean you’ll stop trying. "You know, Caine, I think the others would have loved the cat cafe adventure!" The atmosphere shifts instantly at the mention of them. Your stomach twist, but you push through. "Th-they were just starting to warm up to your adventures. If you tone down the violence on the next one, I'm sure-"
"No." Caine cuts you off. His tone firm, and his gaze harsh.
"What–?"
"How many chances did I give them to 'warm up' ?!" Caine shouts. You wince at the pain coming from your hip, his fingers digging in. "Hours I spent slaving away, tailoring adventures for them! Well, they had their chance to 'warm up'. NO MORE! They're spoiled. Ungrateful brats!"
"Unlike you." His tone makes a drastic shift as he sighs out your name. His hands release the vice-like grip to –– slowly, gently, adoringly –– trail up your waist. "You didn't need to warm up to my adventures. You love them right away! Right?" His voice cracks but he continues, ignoring the way you squirm, "You liked my adventures. Taking the time to compliment them. You, my most perfect devoted worshipper!" Caine worships over you, and you shiver at the feeling of his hands dragging over your rib cage.
"I- Well," you stutter, your voice failing you. You struggle to think of what words or what argument to use on your friend's behalf. Distract and overwhelm by the uncomfortable sensation of his hands mapping out your body. Silently begging that his hands will still.
"Don't you see, my darling human? They're getting punished while you're getting rewarded!" His hands pull away from your ribs to your face. He attempts at lightly caressing your cheeks, but instead squeezes them in his possessive grip.
"Rewarded?" you choke out the word.
"You're reward being me, of course! By staying here with me."
It's a promise in awestruck whisper. It's a vow dripped in delusion and obsession. His hands let go of your face in favour to wrap his arms around your shoulder blades. You grunt at the force he uses to pull you in. Pressing you against his chest, eliminating the space between you until every each of you is touching him. He feels larger now; surrounding you. As if he grew himself to overshadow you, or maybe you shrink. Maybe Caine is molding you to fit in his hold perfectly.
You can't tell as your face gets push into his chest. You worm your hand up his torso to his chest with the intention to push with all your might to create space. To free yourself from being pinned to him. Your heart drops when your hand sinks into his chest. So far, the only type of physical pain you have suffered from him is accidental. The same eagerness, and roughness a puppy has with their favourite toy. But this, this is new.
You can't tell if it's intentional or not.
"Caine?" Your voice trembles as your heart races. Trying to bring attention to whatever is happening. You lose feeling in your hand, unable to tell if your fingers are spread out or clenched. Your wrist slowly enters his chest, and your heartbeat roars in your ears.
Caine doesn't hear you and continues to rant. Making more promises, and more vows. He places a hand on the back of your head, pushing you closer. It’s with the unsettling realization of your head dipping into his chest by his force that this is intentional.
Your anxiety skyrockets as you lose sight in one eye, and you lose feeling in your lips as have your mouth is gone too. You try to writhe off his lap, but it’s too late; you can feel yourself merging into him.
"You won't leave me. I won't let you."
His hand goes into your chest through your back. For a frightening moment, you truly believe that Caine has reached into your chest cavity and grabbed your beating heart.
Then all at once, you're being placed on his desk. His hands are back on your waist as he rambles about something. You can faintly hear the terms ‘bad influence’ and ‘distracting him’ over your rapid heartbeat. You stare intensely at your forearm, reassuring yourself that it's still attached to your wrist, which is still joined to your hand. With fingers all in the correct spot, wiggling under your control. Your temporarily missing eye returns, and quickly fills with tears due to the pain. You acknowledge with relief that your sight has also returned.
Your vision is being moved as Caine tilts your face by a hand under your chin. Your scared eyes staring into his adoring eyes.
You can’t react, can’t scream, or cry as you become overwrought with a pain you can't describe. If someone asks how it felt, or lists out adjectives to help narrow it down, all you could say is; it hurts.
"-I need to take care of business!" Hearing the start of a goodbye grabs your attention, grounding you by the promise of safety. Of distances. "I won't be long, my devoted human! Mwah!" Caine leans forward to press his teeth to your face, his version of a kiss. You close your eyes to receive the affectionate act but make no moves on returning it. You wouldn't be surprised if one of these days he decides to bite into your flesh and eat you with the same childish kissing noise. Already accepting that fate with the same grace as a tired, defeated prey animal.
Caine pulls back and pats your head softly. "Don't miss me too much now!" On the final pat, you vanish from the office.
You pop onto a stool beside Jax at the cafe, where the rest of the group is on their respective chairs, breathing heavily as you stare ahead. You can still feel Caine's arms around you, the pressure in your chest, and his possessive promise echoing in your mind. It huants ypu how he didnt acknowledge whatever that was. Did it happened? Did you imagine it?
An itchy deep under your skin proves it did happened. Regardless, you have to try again. To beg on behalf of your friend's safety another day.
Soft Yandere!Self-Aware!Sylus with Inexperienced!Player headcanons
warnings: aged-up!reader (early to late twenties), fem!reader, possessive behavior, self-aware!au, obsessive affection, cyberstalking.
Hey guys and welcome to the first in hopefully many fics for Love and Deepspace! I would like to thank @gudaworks for providing links to info on the lore of the game and @jinwoosbabyboo for not only being the inspiration behind this piece, but also beta-reading it! I highly recommend the Self-Aware! AU LADS content written by @jinwoosbabyboo, it is absolutely fantastic! :3
So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the Self-Aware! AU show~.
divider by @omi-resources
You weren’t too familiar with Love and Deepspace except that it’s a mobile game that has attractive love interests, there’s a complex plot, and the memory cards that are unlocked can increase affection with the chosen love interest or something like that. Either way, your coworker was the one who introduced you to it and so far it’s been enjoyable.
You couldn’t make more progress on it except on the weekends you were off, but it is what is. Plus, Love and Deepspace was just something enjoyable to indulge yourself in. You didn’t take the sweet words whispered into the MC’s ear all too seriously because it was just fiction. It wasn’t real. Not Philos, not amnesiac Hunters, and definitely not Evol.
So why does it feel like someone was watching from the other side of the screen when you weren’t on your phone or not playing the game?
Self-Aware! Sylus realized your existence very early in the game. Sure, the MC is gorgeous and feisty like an adorable little kitten, but he is more drawn to you than to her. Seeing you for the first time was just a shock to the calm and collected Onychinus leader. It made little sense. Why was there someone behind Miss Hunter? Who are you?
The curiosity of Self-Aware! Sylus eventually became something that could not be ignored any longer. He needed answers, and he was not a patient man.
Being the intellectual that he is as the head of Onychinus, Self-Aware! Sylus discovered a way to bypass the mysterious barriers that blocked any communication between his world and yours. It started as a simple test, a text from him to you. When you responded, he knew his experiment was a success and quickly got to work. He went through your apps, photos, calendar, any piece of information he could get his hands on. Once he reviewed everything, he came to three conclusions:
1) You weren’t from a distant planet that was destroyed in the past or in the future. Your home was still thriving, and you did not possess an Evol like Miss Hunter.
2) You walked a lot of steps and had a lot of tabs open on the Internet app. Most of them were in relation to a certain field. You took your career seriously, and always had something planned on your marked days off, like self-care, laundry/housework, movie night with friends! You were also very close to your family. The videos showed you having a fun time with them on special occasions or just goofing off at lunchtime.
3) The more he learned about you, the more motivated he was to actually bring you to his world so that he could get to know you more as a person.
Unfortunately, the task might be a little difficult to achieve than he initially thought. Although he sends you brief messages such as hello, how’s your day going, kitten? and why aren’t you off of the clock yet? It’s high-time for you to go home and get some rest, you believe these check-ins were part of a glitch in the system. You didn’t believe he was there, monitoring you. Making sure you were safe and healthy.
But that was all right. Self-Aware! Sylus knows that timing and patience are key in this mission. One misstep and he could lose you forever.
Being the Cody family's pretty next door neighbor, sweet as can be, embodiment of sunshine and sugar, swoony type, cheeks always blushed the color of wine with a dazzling smile. Pope Cody who is terribly enamoured by you. Sick in the head of delusions of your rewarded smiles, kind greetings whenever you saw him idly standing at the edge of his driveway, watchful eye following your fleeing car drive off down the street—still there when you came back. He knew why he liked you. Because you were the right kind of smart and funny. And before that, because you were kind, always so beyond kind. Because he could imagine waking at your side, in your soft fluffed down white sheets which he had caught sight of every morning from his bedroom window. He’d learned quickly you never locked your doors, house key dangling helplessly on the hook just beside your front door. He’d come in just after you leave, press his face to your pillows, inhaling the sweet scent that lingered on them, driving his hips against the mattress where you had slept every night. His palm would wrap around his hard cock, lacy panties from your hamper rubbing against his blushing tip, white precum seeping through the delicate fabric. His hips would chase his quick arriving release, thrusting up into his palm, girly fabric catching on his fingers, groaning as he came into the ruined crotch of your panties.
tw: abduction, slaughter of humans and destroying earth, implied drugging, dumbification, obsessive behavior.
a/n: comments and reblogs are encouraged <3 please don't flop.
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if you were asked how the world would look like in a couple of years, you never would've guessed this.
a calloused claw strokes through your hair, fondling with the ribbons tied into it, the other on your clothed thigh that straddles your owner's. you look away, lest you meet his gaze and feel the sting of being stripped of your very identity. soothing whispers hum in your ear like a mockery.
truth is: humanity's gone to shit. earth, from what you've heard, is but a forgotten memory, humans evacuated against their will — not like they had any say in the first place.
"look so lovely like this, sweet thing." he chuckles, accent rolling off of his alien tongue. you don't look at him, you can't look at him. a tender kiss is pressed to the junction where your shoulder and neck meet. "all for me, right?"
he speaks like you have a choice in being his pretty possession, all dolled up and adorned in luxuries made of materials humans didn't even know existed. it's taken considerable time for him to 'tame' the fire in you that yearns so desperately for the life you once led.
you suppose you should be grateful you've fallen into the hands of doting alien royalty; you were initally oblivious to the value humans hold to creatures like this, bidded at such an alarmingly high price that your throat was parched by the time he took you home.
even more so, your captor is very attentive, going as far to learn english (they are highly intelligent, how else did they find your planet galaxies away from theirs?) and study everything about humans like you. and yet, in spite of everything, he fails to notice the fact that taking you as a pet is just as messed up. either that, or he just doesn't care about such trivial matters.
everything humans have achieved pale in comparsion to the bare minimum of these monsters, so much that they regard your kind as dumb or inferior, like wide-eyed puppies wandering without a leash.
his thigh bounces underneath you, bringing your attention to his hand that cradles a purple, ripe fruit, one you recognise for its foreign sweetness. you take it into your lips, hearing his soft praise as he nudges more, only for his thumb to swipe the juice that dribbles down your chin and dab it on his forked tongue.
"good job," you seethe at the way he says it with deliberate slowness. the necklace on your neck feels like a dog's collar — and right now, how are you any different from one? "aren't you a good human?"
this isn't love, that as much you know. you shouldn't be suffocating, drowning.
your boyfriend, on the other hand, was gentle it squeezes your heart. how he smiled, even when brought to his demise, because —
"i think," he suddenly speaks, prompting you to look up at him. his voice is hushed, a caress to your ears, as if it's a secret so precious only you are allowed to hear. "that if i were to die, i'd want it to be for you. only for you."
you rub your eyes; it is way too late for this. but even now, you can't help the smile on your lips. "darling, it's past midnight. why are we talking about death?" still, you lean into him, betraying the fondness that still continues to grow for him more nad more. "appreciate the gesture, though. very romantic."
"i'm serious, babe." he sing-songs, a mocking frown adorning his cheeky expression, peering down at you. only he would bring up such topics, and only he would tease you relentlessly after. and yet, his sincerity is all too real. "what better way to go out than for the love of my life?"
he huffs, "i cannot live without you."
the smile is wiped off of your face. you breathe, in and out, before muttering: "and what makes you think i can?" the coldness of the room makes you shiver, makes you aware of how solemn the conversation has turned out.
but it's true.
you love him.. it scares you, that one day his reckless ass will be gone and you wouldn't know what to do without him and —
"hey," you blink up at his voice. his brows are cinched together, concern and guilt in his eyes. somehow, he's memorised every tell, and he can see right through as he says. "m'not going anywhere, okay?"
your heart softens and you shrink into yourself, choosing to lean into him. "o-okay. you promise?" and once again, he's managed to coax you out of your own mind, out of the fears that consume you. the bastard.
"cross my heart hope to die." he smirks — ducks his head, giving you the illusion that he's going to kiss you, only stopping inches away from your lips. his are right there when you open your eyes, ripe for the taking.
"now, won't you warm me up after such gruesome talk?" ah. the undertone of desire is not lost on you, especially since he's managed to turn things around in his favour.
selfish, as always; you think, happily obliging, floating on cloud nine as you do so.
alas, all good things come to an end. but he still did get what he wanted.
even if the cruel alien prince had done the deed, indifferent to the life that stood in his way between you and him, indifferent to your cries of anguish, for it is confusing as to why you'd choose a weakling over someone with power as vast as his.
but, you'd always cherish what you had,
what you lost.
♡
the alien's fast asleep when you slip out of his grasp.
it was easy, almost too easy. you found the drug he's spiked you with multiple times to keep you docile, and he was the none the wiser as he obliviously drank out of the spiked cup. you shake the thought away; you can't afford distractions, even the cold that bites at your skin. a warning; to go back to his arms.
for such a smart creature, he seems to have failed in keeping you shackled to him. you have, after all, been planning this for months now. staying sweet for him (like you have a choice) with no reason to suspect you still harbor an inkling of hatred for his kind, for him.
how foolish and utterly arrogant.
you'd rather die than have to listen to his sweetened words trail up from your neck to your ear one more time.
realising you're barefoot just outside, surrounded by exotic plants and their twisted vines weaved into the soil, you pick up the pace albeit a little more carefully.
it's hard, when you're surrounded by supernatural creatures, devoted to their ruler and what he preaches. humans like you hold no power in this twisted, 'idyllic' world. even when you're cared for, or even praised so lovingly, you'll always know what you are to him:
a pet.
it takes a long while before you see the gates, so inviting and vacant all the same. perfect, too perfect. this can't be this easy.
but maybe it is.
perhaps some justice has neem granted upon you, for all that you've endured, all the prices you've paid, your patience. all of it, it hasn't gone in vain.
a cruel, gravelly laugh freezes you in your tracks.
"ah, and where are you headed off too, sweet human?"
your blood runs icy cold. no, no, not now, not like this.
but it's all too true. emerging from the sidelines, surrounded by digilient alien servants, he's smiling, with the careful precision of someone who knew this would happen.
someone who anticipated this? no, but you were careful. you watched him drink the drugged glass.
tears blur his approaching vision, "h-how — how did you do —" your perfect, pliant façade cracks, revealing the desperation you've hidden behind tense smiles and stiffened touches. he licks his upper fangs, delighted; it's all too cute, thinking you were smarter than him when you are anything but.
"how amusing. did you really think such an elixir, designed for humans, would work on me?" it's terrifying, how he's calm, still loving, still so adoring as his claw reaches up to graze your cheek sharply. "i see you haven't changed one bit. poor human, you even ruined your sleepwear."
"why?" sobs wrack your body; you still find the energy to entertain this sick game in defiance, no matter how futile it turns out to be. "why do you insist on torturing me? why can't you let me go?"
he frowns. it's odd for an apathetic, cruel being to showcase such worry towards you, but suppose there's still an inkling of affection in his dark heart,
just not selfless enough to let you flee.
"it wouldn't be so torturtous if you stopped fighting me." he sighs, "i know it is frustrating, but crying will not make earth come back." the grounding reality of his logic sends you spiralling further into hysterics, to which he holds you closer.
you still long for your life, for your deceased lover.
stranded somewhere in space, millions of light years away from what remains of your home —
his claw fists into your hair, as he rasps, "so come back to me, sweet human. you will soon forget all about that miserable place."
Victor Gideon who is far to busy to have actualy introduced himself to his latest obsession outside of work yet.
Victor Gideon who settles for stalking you instead.
Small outings putting trackers on your vehicle, tapping your wifi, and chipping your phone. Nothing big just walks by your place when you're away or asleep, he needs to go out more anyway and walks are good for ones health he tells himself.
Data telling him where you go to shop and work, for how long, wich days you go out, closer specifics about where you are in buildings getting specific to almost square feet with your home wifi, what you look up, patterns in phone use and plants of spread sheets to record and track it all.
Though eventualy he runs out of information he can gather from these "small outtings" alone. Its not enough anymore, has lost its excitement, lost its novelty, he needs more.
Expanding on what he already has is a good place to start. His walks by all sorts of your property, the car and home, soon become outings to places you go.
Going to your work on days your not on shift, walking routes he figures you do, stopping by stores you go to and things you buy ever so curious as to what you eat, what you need for your hobbies, things you may like to wear.
He tries to be good, to be somewhat normal and not intrude on your safe space but the little he gets from following your steps isn't nearly enough, no where near as satisfying as the data gathering he started with. What a better place to feel that excitement again than by breaking a few laws?
It elevates to him breaking and entering your home. Taking everything he can in. His tounge flicking out in every room and hallway to scent it. His eyes eating up every square inch to dissect your taste in colors and furnature his visor even helping him get the make and model of some of the more distinct pieces. Eyes looking over the titles of every book you own every movie and cd, hands feeling every blanket to figure out your preferances in texture and softness. Everything you in your space.
The little in him that remebers social rules feels a bit bad for entering your space but if it cant even be traced that he was here would he really be intruding in your safe space? He only has your best interests in mind so really its no big deal that hes here, he can be trusted.
For a few weeks when his days off and your days on line up he is able to satiate himself by exploring every square inch of your personal space. Never coming close to leaving when you arrive since he has your belongings chipped so hes free to snoop around as much as he pleases.
But as the weeks go on he gets thoughts, inquiries he can't answer with what knowlage he has at his disposal.
How do you prefer to sit, what do you cook, do you spend lots of time dressing yourself or do you lay outfits out for the next day, do you prefer baths to showers? He tried really hard to solve that one with what was available but by the time he got there the tub was always dry.
To many questions not enough answers. He was getting restless again.
His only issue with going further, with involving himself more in your life? Why of course it was how he was going to do it next. He didnt know if he should hide cameras out of your view or try to stay overnight withought your knowing next. Such fun possibilities.
pov the eldritch god that's convinced ur their future spouse doesn't want you to leave, so he convinces you to stay just a little while longer- then curses you with the blessing of cosmic horror knowledge that makes lesser people go mad! you certainly won't be leaving in this state, giving them more of a chance to see their self fulfilling prophecy come to fruition!
should i call this 'holy abandonment issues' or is that too much of a meme title for an au LMAO
thinking about creepy!stalker!dex…he’ll install cameras in every corner of your apartment when you’re out one day. his hearts beating outta his chest the second you step through your door. he’ll watch as you wind down for the night, making dinner and then showering and then cleaning up the mess you made cooking. he’s enthralled, obsessed, seeing you makes his heart skip a beat and you don’t even know he exists. he’ll lose sleep over you, watching you through those cameras 24/7. he’s watching you slowly rouse as you wake up. he’ll watch you get ready for the day with a hand in his pants, desperately wishing he was fucking up into your fist instead of his own. only when he knows you’re at work and won’t be coming back home for the next eight hours, will he return to his own apartment and clean himself up and take a couple hour nap. the rest of the time, while you’re still working, he’ll be watching you from across the street. if he’s feeling mischievous, he’ll break into your place. get to know you. he’ll find out what perfumes you wear, what kind of bras you buy yourself, if you have any sex toys, what you eat and if your fridge is stocked. before he leaves, he’s stealing a pair of your dirty panties from your laundry basket and the second he’s in his car, he’s wrenching his pants and boxers down under his balls and jerking himself off with the soft material of your panties wrapped around his dick. he thinks he cums in record time, hips jerking desperately up into his fist, obscene sticky noises and choked grunts and whines filling the otherwise silence of the car. he’s a mess, stomach quivering as his fist keeps moving up and down his cock, he doesn’t care that he’s sensitive and that he has to mentally will himself not to stop because it feels sooooooo good. he can imagine you forcing him to take it, forearm pinning his hips down as you milk him dry. he cums again at the thought alone and he thinks his heart freezes in his chest when he looks up and you’re walking in front of his blacked out car, completely oblivious as you head into your building. yeah, he’ll be jerking himself raw tonight.
